PROSE AND PROFANITY
Eulogy
Eulogy

Eulogy

Hidden in the crowd
We wait
Not early
Or late

Feel me
Unwieldly
Flood in

Your tears
Stretch a grin
Over teeth sharpened
A temper unfastened

You would have wished
To have open wrists
Or fists as heavy
As to set the world
The way you feel you’ve earned

And to live unobserved 

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